Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 417 417: We have an emergency...

With Lady Matilda stepping out of the hospital lobby, Julian stood rooted watching as Donald helped her into the car, before long the car zoomed off.

His gaze still trained towards the direction the car left, emotions swarmed through his heart just as thoughts coursed through his mind.

"Julian," Josh called, his voice piercing through his thoughts. Slowly, Julian retracted his gaze. "Are you through with meeting?"

Julian sighed. "Yes, how is my sister?" he asked, his voice flat and low.

Josh felt the Julian before him now was a bit off. His heart clenched, his thoughts brimmed with questions.

What had he discussed with Lady Matilda before his arrival?

Why had he suddenly turned cold?

"Julian, are you okay?" he asked with unsteady breath.

Julian nodded. But then he couldn't help the bitterness swelling in his heart. And some of the questions coursing through his mind, "Dad," he called tentatively.

Josh had an ill feeling about his call but with everything already crashing down, he braced himself for whatever it is.

"Yes," Josh answered.

"After the Anderson family suppression of the Santiago market capital, then you broke off the engagement, did you take any step to keep things afloat?"

Josh stared at him without offering any response.

Julian called again. "Dad, did you understand what I mean?"

Josh kept silent. Julian stared at him for a bit longer. From his father's silence, Julian understood his answer. He never did.

Now that he thought about it, when he tried to investigate his mother's family, it seemed to have been blocked.

When he probed his father, he asked him to leave the matter at that because the matriarch had a hand in it.

His father had only said, "Your mother's family name is Santiagos."

Julian looked at his father briefly, his gaze narrowing. It seems Lady Matilda is right, this score had to be settled.

One cannot always be a coward just because of an inheritance he could build for himself with his skill and knowledge.

Josh swallowed hard. "Julian, can we discuss this later? I mean your sister's health should be paramount now?"

"Why not meet with Davis to discuss?" Julian asked.

Josh exhaled deeply. "Julian, Davis refused."

he refused then let it be, my sister is already taking her

she is already, but we can still take her back

let my sister remain in this hospital, besides she is

I know but…" Josh started, but Julian's death glare

should let this matter be." Julian

Josh sighed. "Alright."

should take you back to my place, I have to see my sister." Julian said and made his way into the

He felt tired, tired of every mistake and error he had made

at the elevator, but

the driver stepped

the car

hospital when Julian walked up to him. After exchanging pleasantries, they walked over to the

hope you are not offended with my father's words?"

in any way, his

finally discharged from the NICU after passing a series of tests

Deborah carried them gently, wrapped snugly in white

to the ICU. Though the children were scheduled to be sent

Deborah in tending to

children…his son cradled in his right arm, his daughter nestled

foolishly perhaps that by the time the twins were discharged, Jessica would

hopes had been dashed. Utterly destroyed. Even after consultations with another team of renowned doctors, she remained unresponsive. Weeks had passed,

day of the accident had despair weighed

stood there with their children in

eyes glistened, her

their delicate fingers twitching beneath the blankets. The

door open. Inside, the ICU was quiet except for the steady hum of the monitors. He approached

breaking the eerie silence. "Babe,

you to speak to me, to open

of the

The silence of the ward seemed to mock him, amplifying his

her hand, inhaled

and sent them home with

Three weeks later.

presidential floor of the Allen Group was cloaked in silence, disturbed only by the rhythmic tapping of keys in the Secretariat unit

and crisp paper, blending with the sterile chill

leaned against the chair. Files lay sprawled across the polished surface, their numbers and reports screaming for attention he could not

his desk, a single portrait of Jessica was dominant, her eyes

and unbearably gentle, lingered on the portrait. Thoughts spiraled

he had visited her bedside countless times. Each visit left him more

of her fingers against his palm, the faint